It's down From the Ammo I got my SLJ and DJ Aladdin Droppin the fat Hit em it in the muthafuckin house All MC's get flat, muthfuckas
And it's me A rappin from L.A., the cool T Diss a brother, a brother, I still come back With the fat tracks, fuck the pop I got a mind to diss a fool Wack rappers sellin out urge me to tools For no Pop suckers hookin for hits like hoes Prostitutes can't shoot, yet you clock loot Dancesteps the weak styles, but you look cute Bitch, that wack Let Hammer dance, and you other ease back The in some twist in a clenched fist Mind locked on ???? load of my hit And make rappers pray Many shit, but none step this way Cause I'm quick to beat down a weak crazy juice from L.A. to the Boogie Down I the whole map Got hoes locked a muthafuckin bear trap Ice T Before hoes gee need two forms of I.D. Never fess, not the best, but I'm to shake Huh, the Ice break
Watch the Ice
Yo, see now who's tryin to diss me Say I sold out cause I rocked the B.C. Y'all are bitches, straight wack Quick to talk shit, but always behind the I do whatever I wanna do, hoe I a perm, you rock an afro I wear khakis, y'all wear silk Y'all forties, and I drink milk Cause my muthafuckin biz I never out, cause it's no sale, kid Hardcore to my heart from the start Whether done beats or loud guitars I drop the hits Case you forgot, I invented this shit You wanna step to me? New jack, Come in five LP's, then we can talk You're new, kid, you got a hit out In you talk a lotta shit out You got paid, you made out You broke when your one jam played out Now you're searchin for one more hit I new to this, I got gangs of gold I come original, then I the mold Too many hit, then fold just fakes Hah, the Ice break
Watch the Ice
Syndicate jumpin off On some old fly shit All the muthfuckas out there down us You know what I'm We're strong All the out there that got some static to say We're settin shit off physically this year Like says: MC's duck down Muthafuckas ain't no shit I'm on busters, point-blank me and it's on up
Now it's the of dawn And the mic is on All hoes are and the rhymes are damn strong Many that choke from the mic smoke Those who tried to get me Lost in rhyme Or they breath Try to step to the Ice sure death Cause ??it's then I than you ever assume Drop the mic, go rap in your room I love the kill Swing on a nigga just to break ill up, buster, fool, in his fuckin eye All hands, I need no gun, yo punk, Cause if I my gun, you die No try I gotta cool out now, so I don't Nut up and murderin MC's catchin bodies from state to state Throw on a ski and walk the streets late And do me up a damn crew The Geto Boys was trippin, but my mind's me too Cause diss me, and I you one day And bet your life it be a fun day I hope, nigga, it's not your That around when the Ice breaks
the Ice breaks